Clair De Lune Poem by Peter Russell

O blessedness of the ice-ray
And the ray from the sunlit deep

For the sun lies deep in the ocean
Tonight

The cold squid moves in the undertow
In the dark the electric monsters go

The shearwater paddles the air
And the Crab wanders through the sky

You who are clothed with flesh on the threshold
You who were naked under the moon
The moon has given you clothes

You stand in the cloister fingering roses
Where the light is of ice and the darkness is of the depths

And your voice is a silver thread